joy. . . . Suffering has in very truth been mine, and I have thought I wellnigh touched the eternal shore! I have believed from my earliest youth that the little flower would be gathered in its spring-time; now, it is the spirit of self-abandonment alone that guides me, no other compass have I. I know not now, how to ask anything eagerly, save the perfect accomplishment of God's designs upon my soul.
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. VIII
"Pray for me," she would often say,
"when I implore Heaven to come to my
aid, then it is that I feel most forsaken."
"And in this desolation how do you avoid discouragement?" they asked her.
"I turn to the good God, to all the Saints, and I thank them just the same. I think they wish to see to what point I shall carry my trust. . . . But not in vain have these words of Job sunk into my heart: 'Though He should kill me yet will I trust in Him.'[1] I acknowledge it
- ↑ Job, xiii, 15.
